The Small Stuff
So a funny thing happened on the way to a party last night. So to make a long story short, my housemate has a great dane that she was providing a foster home for. Last night some friends came over to see my room and somehow the dog got loose and left the house. None of us noticed this as I locked the door and left for a house warming party. When I wake up the next morning there is a note in my stairwell asking me to call my housemate. I get back upstairs and check my cellphone, 5 missed calls! I listen to the message and get anxious as my housemate tells me that shes back home and doesn't see the dog anywhere. I called my friends to try to piece together what might have happened. We finally figure that the dog must have left in the 5 minutes we were upstairs and the dog wasnt. I call her to tell her this, she doesnt pick up, I leave a message explaining.
She calls me back about an hour later as I'm downstairs with the door open just in case the dog comes back. She tells me that someone found the dog and called the old owner and they contacted her. She talks about how if the dog would have done anything she would have been liable yada yada and pretty much tells me in a nut shell that I might not be mature enough to live in a house where I need to care about other people's things. She said that it would probably be best if I found something more suitable for my situtation and that she would give me a month to look.. so politely asking me to leave.
At first I thought it was a reasonable request.. sorta. It was retarded of me not to be more careful about the dog and the fact that I really didnt care about it, probably indicates that I'm not cut out for house living. She was right. I was still used to dorm living where all you care about is the stuff in your room.
But then I thought again. If I were living with a friend, I'd probably care about their stuff. I'd probably make sure to lock up their stuff. I'd probably feel so horrible I would want to die if one of their pets went missing because I made a MISTAKE, a simple ACCIDENT. And even if it could have happened to ANYBODY I would have still felt really bad. So maybe the problem is that she is asking way to much of me. I don't know her and she doesnt know me and thats the bottom line. No matter who lives with you, if you don't know each other, its going to take a while for the other person to even give a damn about anything of yours and I consider myself a pretty considerate person. And for her to tell me that she has thought about it for a long time, when clearly shes still mad and talked to a bunch of friends looking for housing, is retarded. She also wants to practically redo the whole downstairs where she lives, and the landlord is paying for it! Which makes me wonder. Hes an old man, she's a young woman. I wonder if she even pays rent.
In any case, I'll stop speculating. It's funny b/c I actually wanted to move out after 3 months. I liked the idea of either going back to NY and living rent free or living with FRIENDS in the area. I think this is a good thing. It is going to SUCK trying to find a new place AGAIN. But at the same time.. it'll be much better this way. I think I'm going to live with Marisa if everything works out. We could throw parties and such. Not feel that we have to make conversation with the other because the other feels that the other is being antisocial. WHATEVER! Sigh..
It's funny because I've broken 2 nails in one week, my puppy breathes funny ($$$), I lost my roommates dog, my boss ripped me a semi-new one, and I have to find a place to live, yet I'm not sad or angry. I figure with all the things I've been through in life, I alreadt know "shit happens!" The best thing you can do is get the hell up and keep on truckin. It gets easier after a while. And not everything is easy to recover from.. but once you sort out what the big stuff and the little stuff is, you eventully stop sweating the small stuff..hm I think that was a book :)
She calls me back about an hour later as I'm downstairs with the door open just in case the dog comes back. She tells me that someone found the dog and called the old owner and they contacted her. She talks about how if the dog would have done anything she would have been liable yada yada and pretty much tells me in a nut shell that I might not be mature enough to live in a house where I need to care about other people's things. She said that it would probably be best if I found something more suitable for my situtation and that she would give me a month to look.. so politely asking me to leave.
At first I thought it was a reasonable request.. sorta. It was retarded of me not to be more careful about the dog and the fact that I really didnt care about it, probably indicates that I'm not cut out for house living. She was right. I was still used to dorm living where all you care about is the stuff in your room.
But then I thought again. If I were living with a friend, I'd probably care about their stuff. I'd probably make sure to lock up their stuff. I'd probably feel so horrible I would want to die if one of their pets went missing because I made a MISTAKE, a simple ACCIDENT. And even if it could have happened to ANYBODY I would have still felt really bad. So maybe the problem is that she is asking way to much of me. I don't know her and she doesnt know me and thats the bottom line. No matter who lives with you, if you don't know each other, its going to take a while for the other person to even give a damn about anything of yours and I consider myself a pretty considerate person. And for her to tell me that she has thought about it for a long time, when clearly shes still mad and talked to a bunch of friends looking for housing, is retarded. She also wants to practically redo the whole downstairs where she lives, and the landlord is paying for it! Which makes me wonder. Hes an old man, she's a young woman. I wonder if she even pays rent.
In any case, I'll stop speculating. It's funny b/c I actually wanted to move out after 3 months. I liked the idea of either going back to NY and living rent free or living with FRIENDS in the area. I think this is a good thing. It is going to SUCK trying to find a new place AGAIN. But at the same time.. it'll be much better this way. I think I'm going to live with Marisa if everything works out. We could throw parties and such. Not feel that we have to make conversation with the other because the other feels that the other is being antisocial. WHATEVER! Sigh..
It's funny because I've broken 2 nails in one week, my puppy breathes funny ($$$), I lost my roommates dog, my boss ripped me a semi-new one, and I have to find a place to live, yet I'm not sad or angry. I figure with all the things I've been through in life, I alreadt know "shit happens!" The best thing you can do is get the hell up and keep on truckin. It gets easier after a while. And not everything is easy to recover from.. but once you sort out what the big stuff and the little stuff is, you eventully stop sweating the small stuff..hm I think that was a book :)
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